New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 310

As the four men struck Claire at the back of her head, they bolted, leaving Alexander in a split second of panic. His heart raced, torn between chasing them down or helping Claire. But when he saw her lying there, unconscious, the decision was clear. He swore under his breath and quickly scooped her up in his arms. “Hold on, Claire,” he muttered, his jaw clenched as he carried her to his car.

He pressed the gas pedal hard, flying down the nearly empty streets. The hospital wasn’t far, but every second felt like an eternity. His mind raced with all the possibilities – what if the blow was worse than it looked? What if something serious happened to her?

When they finally reached the hospital, Alexander didn't waste a moment. He carried Claire inside, bridal style, his arms wrapped tightly around her limp body. A nurse at the entrance noticed the urgency in his eyes and quickly called for help. Within seconds, a stretcher was wheeled over.

“Place her on the bed,” the nurse instructed, her tone calm but commanding.

Alexander gently laid Claire on the stretcher, watching as they whisked her away toward the ER. One of the nurses stayed back, turning to Alexander with a serious expression. “Who are you? What happened to her? Did you...?” she trailed off, her eyes narrowing slightly, clearly suspicious.

“No! I didn’t do anything!” Alexander said quickly, his hands raised defensively. “Someone attacked her. They hit her in the back of the head, and then they ran. I couldn’t catch them.”

The nurse nodded, her suspicion fading a bit. “You should inform the police,” she advised. “They might still be able to catch whoever did this.”

Alexander nodded, reaching for his phone. But just as he was about to call the police, he remembered – he had to inform someone about Claire. She didn’t have family, but there was one person who would want to know: Matthew. He hesitated for a moment, then dialed Matthew’s number, feeling an uncomfortable knot in his stomach. He never thought he’d actually use Matthew’s contact information.

The phone rang twice before Matthew answered, his voice sharp. “Who is this?”

“It’s Alexander,” he replied, his voice tense. “Claire’s in the hospital.”

There was a pause on the other end, and when Matthew spoke again, his tone was cold. “What did you do to her?”

Alexander gritted his teeth, already annoyed. “I didn’t do anything,” he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, it’s a long story. You need to get here, and I’ll explain everything.”

Matthew’s voice hardened even more. “Text me the address. I’m on my way.”

Alexander ended the call, sighing heavily in frustration. He couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at him. What if the blow was worse than it seemed? He rubbed his face, trying to clear his head. After texting Matthew the hospital’s address, he sat for a moment, debating whether he should call the police now or wait. Eventually, he decided to dial them. Better safe than sorry.

Meanwhile, Matthew was speeding down the road, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. It was 2:30 in the morning, and the streets were blissfully empty, allowing him to push his car to its limit. He didn’t care about getting a speeding ticket; he just needed to get to Claire.

His mind raced with questions. Who the hell would hurt Claire? And why was she with Alexander in the middle of the night? None of this made sense, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He pressed the gas harder, trying to block out the terrible possibilities flooding his brain.

Ten minutes later, Matthew screeched into the hospital parking lot. He jumped out of the car, barely remembering to lock it, and sprinted inside. His eyes darted around the hallway, scanning for any sign of Alexander or the nurses. Finally, he spotted Alexander standing with a police officer near the ER entrance.

Without missing a beat, Matthew stormed over. “What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice tight with anger.

Alexander turned around, his eyes meeting Matthew’s angry glare as he stormed over. Alexander straightened up, his hands still stuffed in his pockets as he nodded toward the police officers, who had just finished taking his statement. “Thanks for your help. Please keep me updated,” he said to them before they walked out of the hospital lobby.

The officers nodded and left, while Matthew, without wasting any time, demanded, “What happened to Claire?”